Football

For most weekends during the winter Ben goes and plays flag football with a group of guys on Saturday mornings.  A couple months ago a friend of ours broke his finger playing with them.  He was in a cast that went clear up to his elbow for about 4 weeks. 

Well, one Saturday in January Ben was getting up early to go play football.  Being  loving and supportive wife I may have said something like, "If you get hurt I'm going to laugh at you."  About an hour later I got a phone call from him, and this is how it went down...

Me: Hey hon, are you done playing already?

Ben: ...Go ahead and start laughing.

Me: NO!!!  You did not really get hurt.

Ben:  Yeah, I really did.

Me: What happened? (This was said amidst some laughter I will admit)

Ben:  Not sure, but Brett (a guy who plays with them and is finishing up his 3rd year as a D.O. resident) said to put my arm in a shoulder sling and if it starts to swell I better go see a doctor.

I'm pretty sure, but I refuse to confirm or deny, that the conversation may have ended with me laughing a little more.  

Since it was Saturday and we knew a trip to the urgent care would cost quite a bit of money and they would take an x-ray and tell us to go see an orthopedic surgeon we decided to wait until Monday and just go the orthopedic surgeon.  There may or may not have been periods of laughter as I helped Ben get dressed and undressed over the next couple of days since he couldn't move his shoulder.

Nice yellow bruise

This is what the doctor showed us on Monday.  Ben had to wear a clavicular brace for a few weeks.  It looked kind of like a back bra and I had to help him put it on and take it off, and yes that involved more laughing.  Good thing Ben loves me cause I was not the most sympathetic wife during this whole ordeal.  Thankfully, now it is completely healed.